Imagine a festival with an endless stream of awesome bands like Devastations, Okkervil River and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Then imagine that same festival without the stupid amount of people and the usual 'festival fuckwits'. Then imagine you went to that festival last weekend.
Batrider, Talons, Further, more Talons, Dan Deacon extra Sydney show, Devastations, Okkervil River, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Gotye, Broken Social Scene and Siamese Ginzz make their debut performance!
Pissed idiots, over zealous security guards and a strange division of the bottom level of the theatre all pale in comparision to the infectious voice of Alec Ounsworth.
I am a sucker for a strange voice. On eleven different occasions over the past 2 years I have claimed the sun shines brightly from the rectum of Spencer Krug, and on more times than I count I have claimed my hate for those bands 'where the singer sounds has a nice voice'.